I wrote this for you
My son- Who cries untended
I wrote this for you
You- whom I taught naught,
I wrote this
That from it, you may know
I thought of you-
I wrote this for you
My beloved- who I let lone
I wrote this for you
You- whom I deserted,
I wrote this
That from it, you may know
I thought of you-
I wrote this for you
My Mother- who vain- seeks me
I wrote this for you
You- whom joy I stole,
I wrote this
That from it, you may know
I thought of you-
Know beloved-
And know my brethren-
Be prison without this wall
A dismal without this dark
And flames without this smoke
And in it, I thought of you -even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.